My Daughter is a Pancake Fiend

She is. She could eat them every day for every meal, I suspect. I am a fan, as well, however I am not as passionate as she is. We make them all the time because it’s one of the few things her picky little 3 year old self will eat enough of. Sometimes we even have them for dinner because it’s quick , easy, and I always have the ingredients on hand. I did not take pictures. Partly because I didn’t really think about it until it was too late, but also because…well, they’re pancakes and pretty much look like pancakes. Next time I make them, I’ll try to take some pictures and add them here. I probably won’t. 😉

I did not come up with this recipe on my own, although I couldn’t tell you at this point where I got it.



1 cup all-purpose flour

1 tablespoon white sugar

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 cup milk

1 egg

2 tablespoons vegetable oil


So, the original recipe says to mix the dry ingredients in one bowl, the wet ingredients in another bowl, then pour the wet mix into the dry mix and beat it until it’s smooth. I usually do this, but this last time I apparently hadn’t had enough caffeine when I started making them and, not thinking, just poured it all into one bowl from the start. It didn’t seem to make a difference and it was nice only having one bowl to clean. So do whatever you want. It also says to pour the batter onto your griddle or pan 1/4 cup at a time. I do 1/3 cup and it makes decent size pancakes. I always double this recipe and we get 12-14 pancakes out of it.  We have added cinnamon, chocolate chips, or blueberries. You can customize your own special flava.

Make sure you come back and let me know if you try them, especially if you add something or do something different.

Happy Tuesday!


So this is my first post. Welcome to you all! Please feel free to check out the About Me tab at the top of the page there. I was going to copy and paste it for my first post, but I thought that would be redundant.

The title of this blog is “Mormon Me” so I feel it’s appropriate to share the story of my conversion into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and my testimony. I’ll keep it brief. Cross my heart.

I was raised Baptist my entire life. I always felt something was off – missing – and strayed away from my roots when I turned 18. I did pretty much everything I was taught not to do thinking that maybe what was missing was in those things. It wasn’t. {duh} I’ll spare you all the gory details and we’ll just fast forward to Cody. He and I hung out a few times and I told him he really just wasn’t my type. {HA!} We ended up hanging out one last time, and that was the end of my single life as I knew it. {Thank God. I was terrible at dating but Cody didn’t seem to mind.} We started dating exclusively in June, were engaged in July, and married in October. Whew. We moved fast once we got going. Over the course of getting to know each other while we were “hanging out” I discovered that he was Mormon. He dispelled a few Mormon myths, ones I’m sure you’ve heard, too. When I started to learn about the church, read things for myself, pray about it, I knew this was the right path for me. I was drawn to it and the core doctrines just made sense to me. I found what I was missing. I got baptized the week after we got married. I can’t say that I regret it necessarily, but that was a lot of change all at once for me. I don’t really recommend that timeline for anyone else. I have had and still do have my struggles {and I’ll share those with you} but I know without a doubt that this is exactly where I need to be.

We were inactive for a while after I was baptized but came back to the church in July of 2011. We were able to be sealed together as a family for eternity in March 2012. It was a wonderful experience and I am so thankful for my forever family!


Are there any other converts out there? If so, I’d love to hear a little bit about your conversion story.